A fleeting thing Your moments of sanity Sanity altogether replaced by A chemical happiness, a concealed grove Where you go when you feel too much And I think its time you started growing out Stop thinking you’re who you are cause your not You’re only what you have imagined yourself to be You’re only the things you’ve always hated because you can’t stand to be the things you have loved Because they have betrayed you And you have bled nights for them You hide yourself in the daylight for fear of seeing the truth Self destruction No ending in site Paint yourself with blood tonight You make yourself sick but you’re all you have So save yourself baby You cannot hide from who you are The truth will always find you So smoke another, drink another, swallow another Crawl away and hide Your chemical escape is burning me inside I wrote this about my best friend...
ah sanity....hmm.ouchy. is your best friend....ok now? hope he/she is. this is a good poem hippie_chick, you should be content that you have written a great piece. loz xxX
He and i had a fight right after i wrote this about him, mostly because i told him how i felt about what he was doing. We didnt talk for awhile but now we're communicating again, and i believe he is starting to realize what he was becoming...thank you for your nice comments on my poem lol..im always alittle afraid of letting people read my works..maybe ill post another soon
i don't know what you beleive in or anything, but would it be ok with you if i prayed for your friend?
